David Copperfield, standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, pointing to MH370.
Needless to say, this never happened.
(Mainly because now that billions of dollars were spent to find it, and millions of tears were shed for the people on the plane, he now realizes this was way over his head, got out of hand and has to secretly dispose of this airplane and hope it never comes out that he magically took it. And hope none of the survivors/participants ever speak about it.)
Trying not to listen too much to what the media has to say about Kurt Cobain, today. It’s not news, and we already knew about his artistic abilities, aside from his music. Feels like a money grab, somehow. “This will speak to our younger audience, make sure to show lots of shots of people crying when they first heard the news, 20 years ago.”
"No, not Optimus Prime. Iron Hide…
I hide…my… irony”
Pics I’ve gathered in other communities on the web, that make my position pretty obvious.
What’s worse than wrecking ball? Watching the Cartoon Network with the kids and listening to the mini pops version EVERY TEN MINUTES!!!
Best two bucks I ever spent.
Every year we get lichen in the same place. Kinda cool. Kinda gross.
Il fait frette à geler les balles, dehors.
Kids today don’t know about Saturday morning cartoons. They have cartoons every day. But my kids still wake up extra early on Saturday morning to watch them.
It doesn’t need to rain, today. It’s 100% humidity already.
I begin an apprenticeship with boilermakers local 73, in February.
Leaving graphic design behind.
Not the easiest decision I ever made.
I took the opportunity I had at my disposal.
Turns out I’m a decent welder, which feels good.
To give up a desk job for this made for some scary, uncertain thoughts and a few “holy shit” moments. I have two kids. I’ve been home for their entire lives, now I’ll be gone for most of the rest of them. I hope this is the right decision.
The money is supposed to be good.
We do what we must. Life is hard.